When I Was In New Orleans
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Well, I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm down Burgundy
A bottle and my friends and me
Hoist up a few tall cool ones
Play some pool and listen to that
Tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin
When the saints go marching in
By the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans, I'll be there
I'll drink you under the table
Be red-roast, go for walks
The old haunts, what I wants
Is red beads and rice
And wear the dress I like so well
Meet me at the old saloon
Make sure that there's a Dixie moon
New Orleans, I'll be there
And deal the cards, roll the dice
If it ain't that ol' Chuck E. Weiss
And Claiborne Avenue
Me and you, Sam Jones and all
That I wish I was in New Orleans
'Cause I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm down Burgundy
A bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans, I'll be there